Pathetic Fallacy

My survival on a loose thread
My anguish seemed to have roused a wind
Rustling the leaves as a cry for help
The breeze slowly abated
Leaving a silence in its place
Then amid the darkness, a tiny light flickered on
That one became two and two became many
As if the fireflies were summoned to be my hosts
They hovered around me for comfort
Before darting away all that once
When I stood rooted in my spot
The bushes beneath my shoe wriggled to hasten
my pursuit and as I took a step forward
I could have sworn the trees moved
To open up to a trail and as I
Picked up my speed, following my hosts
I realized maybe.

-Khushi Kaul